You'll Never Find Me (Charlastor)

That bitch is BACK!

Helsa was sitting at her office, enjoying her delightful and strong coffee. The black liquid was steaming as how hot it was. She was reading the newspaper, gossip section as she always liked to check. Not only to check on the gossip of the other overlords and the kings of the rings, but also to see what they were talking about her.

Since Charlie was gone the spotlights are directed at her. Of course, differently from Charlie, who always was made fun of by the news, Helsa always got a bunch of compliments especially because of her higher and impeccable taste in outfits.

She had a lime green overcoat with polka dots in light gray. Around the collar of her overcoat there was a whitish fur with gray on its ends, fur of the highest quality. She also was wearing a long light gray skirt under the overcoat.

"Helsa showed up to conquer the spotlight and not share with anyone." She read out loud to herself while a song was playing from the radio next to her. "As I deserve." She added as she finished reading the first comment. She sipped her coffee and smiled widely.

"Helsa has the greatest taste of all- Others will die of envy." She read another one and threw her body back to laugh out loud. "I bet they will eat their hearts out as soon as they read that. I would love to watch it." She crossed her legs and adjusted her posture again while biting her own lower lip.

"What an irony, die of envy because you ENVY the big boss of the envy ring." She laughed out loud again, now pushing her whole body back and shaking her legs in the air.

"We interrupt this music show to give you the hottest news in Hell!" The radio song was abruptly stopped and a voice took over it. Helsa smiled even bigger, she was confident it would be a big gossip.

"We found a few recently-arrived sinners who are all pissed off!" Helsa leaned over her table curious. "And we are with one here right now. So tell us, what happened as soon as you arrived!" The interviewer asked and a strong and deep voice showed up.

"A crazy blonde bitch stopped a bunch of us asking some random questions! It's already bad we had to answer a few of them to weird people before we were thrown down here." The sinner sounded pissed off. Helsa's smile started to vanish slowly. It couldn't be, could it?

"She claimed she wanted to help us!" Another voice showed up, a high pitched one. Helsa started to purse her lips and lean even more towards the radio.

"Hey she didn't talk to you, asshole. She talked to me." The deeper voice said.

"But I was right by your side, dumbass. So I heard what she told you." The high pitched voice said.

"I don't give a fuck, you better let me speak or-"

"Or what?!" Right after the high pitched voice said that, it screamed and sounds of a fight could be heard.

"By any chance this is the blonde bitch who talked to you?" The interviewer asked and it was possible to hear him shaking something, like a paper or such.

The noises of punches and kicks, also the screams and muffled voices of pain stopped for a bit.

"Yes! That's the one." The deep and high pitched voices said in unison.

"Well, my hellish listeners - It seems our useless Princess of Hell attacks again-" the interviewer started to speak and Helsa held the corner of the table, her grip was becoming stronger. "Charlotte Morningstar is once again making a fool of herself!" He laughed and Helsa punched the radio.

The radio just fell abruptly off the table and it began to malfunction.

"She—- buzzzz —- not only ——— buuuzz —- disturbing the new arrived —— buuuz—-" Helsa got up and walked to the radio.